Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Childhood Ramblings...

At the hand's reach is a child hood.......
Like the first rains of the season, there is a child hood......
fresh as ever... so innocent......
Is the fast flying age becoming like a unmanned cruise?
Like a monsoon wind.. there is a young (inexperienced) age..... swaying in the winds....
Looking for shelter of mother nature...(experience)
Yearning for a strong foot hold to stay to.... to anchor to...like young birds looking for mother's wings to hide into....

But......

Whatever I saw and heard and saw those days... still is afresh in mind...
Whatever promises I heard then, is still afresh in mind...
How can I just ignore and forget it....those sunny days and the spring...

That day, the person who knocked on my heart's door, I still cannot forget...
How can I? Am I supposed to ignore it? I am not sure...
Its like a never fading rainbow in the deepest recesses of my heart...
Like a music that comes back to me as Love....

At the hand's reach is a child hood.......
Like the first rains of the season, there is a child hood......
fresh as ever... so innocent......

In the April Autumn, sitting in my attic, the full moon that I saw blooming as my Love...
It still is afresh in my mind...alive as my first love...

Never fading rainbow that is....Like the blessing of my mother always prevalent in me....

At the hand's reach is a child hood.......
Like the first rains of the season, there is a child hood......
fresh as ever... so innocent......

(Acknowledgment: Ekantham - Kaiyethum doore oru kuttikalam)

3 comments:

Indian said...

Nice one.;).
Keep writing.

mvidyav said...

Keep writing Ranjith...It was really a pleasure to read ur articles.

Ranjith said...

thanks Vidya